Blue scholars on safari.
O giraffe, thy neck hide?
Camouflage, triage, tall tree.
On the lightning ride.
Recondite reconnaissance?
Simplicity, thy aim.
Red coal running river chance.
Reckless risk mad maim.
Tortoise mark on tallest pine?
Dark sun solid shine.
Death and Doom, tonight we dine.
Roil, rill. Rinse and rhine.
Yucca bush, yawning yawndrift.
Spaceship, need ye lift?
Grifter, offered shorter shrift?
Chasm floor, seen rift?
First in line of ancient heads?
Giant steps and treads.
Glass bead lovely, spider threads.
Anvils, pincers, sleds.
Orange tongued flame, the prior name.
Staking claim, the same.
Curses bitter, who to blame?
Conqueror the lame?
Wintergreen sprig, love ye spring?
Unless time forgot.
Dominance, to thee I cling?
Tornados of thought.
Will-o-the-wisp, seek the bog?
Lily pad, fair frog.
Humanity, twice a cog?
White hedgerows, warthog...
Heaven is not the word to awaken,
with lemon balm sprig bristle in each lung,
a staunch loam-ridden citrus bouquet,
in an urban copse of dulcet twittering tone,
avian wrens in sweet floral flute glaze,
whose madrigal a charmed chestnut chime,
vast tree canopy quiver note suspense,
clam shell ear tilt of mine to absorb,
scattered mint fragrant leaf strewn carpet,
pale grey glisten brittle branch snap I twig,
rain soak mud clump squelch quaint echo,
still morning usher draped in lambent haze,
teaser trickle stream tucked away a prickle,
deep purple rose bush as dawn shelter,
grass blade tuft flicker on rimmed bypath,
breathless so I am amidst lavish terrain,
spellbound, captivated, eye transfixed,
by clement backcloth to a city in slumber,
indigo blue signpost embossed bold cue,
for empyrean trope as shrewd street élan,
mural chalk mark swirl from deft artist,
gourmet menu flair neath parasol,
overwhelmed, stunned, air passage empty,
yet my first blush stroll sun vital tonic
Christmas blazer decorated with sprig of holly
made Mouse’s ensemble seem uplifted and jolly
That is a gorgeous fashion statement, an admirer said
Embarrassing shy mouse so that her cheeks turned red.
Wrapped up soft blankets,
On a cold winter's day,
Winter spice fragrance candles fill the air,
Looking out of the window,
Children playing, building snowmen everywhere.
Drifting snowflakes,
Such beautuful scenery,
Standing tall with berries, a beautiful Holly tree.
I might decorate inside,
With a sprig or two,
Later for dinner, I will make,
A warm winter stew!
Wearing Christmas jumpers,
The Christmas stockings are in sight,
Enjoy the winter season,
Hope it brings you a and delight!
They bloomed together
within the same state of mind
though separated
by zones of time.
Sultry words sprouted
sprig-like inklings flourished
as they bound each other
to a burgeoning erotica,
yo florid images.
O such efflorescence!
O how the swelling vine
can cling and clutch
at far distant hearts,
sadder yet the perfidy
of too hungry a need,
for indeed
he also tendered
to many other female offshoots,
and she herself was a veritable
Venus Fly Trap.
In such a way,
they wove their sensual spells,
a hothouse sorcery
doomed
never to be close enough
to ever take root.
Exactly who is strongest?
As above, so below.
Which, pray tell, did the gods best?
Spring, sprig mistletoe...
'Under heaven' read the sign.
Only one could tell!
Fancifully or by design?
Witches, cast thy spell!
Roundabout the ruddy run?
Has twilight begun?
Forlorn yet still having fun?
Midnight before one!
Warlord of the ages?
O conquerors, take heed:
Serene, are ye, sages?
Draw bead, O my greed!
Plead? To who? Doth ye bleed blue?
Hope, need ye accrue?
O for hearts a-torn in two!
Mistakes, need we rue?
Crew of skeletons at work?
How then best to shirk?
Daring devils, draw thy dirk!
Who's the master, jerk?
Psychology, operate!
Target, O my hate!
Grown up, ghast, upon the great?
Limestone, set thy date!
Fate, thy fortune. Soaked like wood.
Down the sea-cliff fall.
Concepts like the idea 'good'!
Brood of big and small!
Should? O for us, to the last!
Hanged from every mast!
Alabaster, set in plast!
Machine, get first fast...
You
Have Made
Life
So Much
Better...
She Said.
In Ways
You Can
Never...
Imagine.
***
In Leaves
Ochre-
Winter-Green-
Scarlet...
Distorted
By
Shimmering
Rain.
***
In The Sprig
Of A Branch
Grasping
Spread-Eagle...
Arising From
Ripe
Musky Moss.
Friend, do not ressasse
your dark ideas,
Death will come
Whatever you do,
Everyone owes it,
Don’t resent
Your appointments
At the doctor’s,
He doesn’t even think about it,
Under the palm trees
Draw in the sand
The heart of a girl,
Think of the turtle
Who lives peacefully,
Do not complain of your misfortunes,
Nor your thoughts,
Don’t resent
Love is like a sprig of lavender,
Feel it hunting
Your dark thoughts.
Don’t think about it.
Tomorrow does not exist.
Human things
Are very tiring,
Pays homage to granite,
Welcomes the warmth
Of the sun that turns,
Welcomes the silence
On the pretty cemetery,
Human things
Are very tiring,
ignore young girls,
And the beautiful alexandrins,
ignores young men
The transparent glass
Filled it with cognac,
Get drunk, more often,
Of the beauty of the world,
human things
Are very tiring,
Welcome the sun
On your skin, quietly,
The birds are bright,
Human things
Are tiring,
Behold the primrose,
The golden sprig, the daffodil,
Love the silence,
Love the pink granite,
hear my deaf prayer,
Human things
Are very tiring,
Admire the primroses.
Delicately balanced
on the end of a twig,
breathtaking beauty
on each little sprig.
Lavish hues, orange,
gold, yellow and red;
veils of leaves above
the forest bed.
Jack Frost and his paintbrush
paint colored leaves with flair.
Everything he touches
turns magic everywhere.
A sea full of color,
an ocean of leaves;
so exquisite the beauty
it's hard to believe.
The splendor of autumn
is how it unfolds,
bringing you back,
once again to behold.
Come to my lips, elixir!
Your divine broth,
clear and pure,
humble and exotic,
simple yet complex.
Your hint of lemongrass,
a sprig of cilantro,
a handful of shrimp.
"Mild?" "Yes, rather mild,
I'm just not that brave."
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
While I dillydally in my spring garden
I smell the lavender before noticing the buds
Dusk in a symphony of lavender hues
Summer can wait; so can my coronation
Lavender’s blue, dilly dilly,
Lavender's green
When you are King, dilly dilly,
I shall be Queen
Who told you so, dilly dilly,
Who told you so?
'Twas my own heart, dilly dilly,
That told me so
I pick a sprig to put into my pillowcase
To sleep, per chance to dream
A chance to see you again
Healthy, vital
My childhood friend and confidant … my king
The man I fell in love with
Before Life intervened
My thoughts melt into the lingering dusk …
A poetic community has many ingredients
Tablespoons of metaphors with Alliteration spice
A dash of Haiku makes things nice
Pour in some sonnets into a bowl
Mix in romance to make it whole
Add a sprig of thyme to the rhyme
Sprinkle in some free verse to make it sublime
Stir in some Limericks into the pot
A cup of Triolets will hit the spot
Savor the flavor as you sample the soup
As Personifications waft through the air
Prepare a Pantoum and add to the group
Add a cup of imagery to give it some flair
6-9-2024
freedom in green blades
the softest sprig of Spring
brains before marriage
stretched out under brightest sun
nestled in serenity
I hail each bronze, red, and blue coloured dawn,
as pulsing heart mould torch flame of bliss,
to gaze across some awestruck mint sprig lawn,
that golden birthright never goes amiss
Eye beam urban verve one duly savours,
coruscating joie de vivre street life,
bursts of swift dash coffee’s hazel flavours,
cell-phone upbeat day ahead hubbub rife
Blue robin high pitch chirp from chimney top,
sets the tone for morning wonders brightly,
activate those spark prompt hunches nonstop,
schedules met in narrow windows tightly
In suburb or in city centre fair,
skies and pavements segue with deft flourish,
your dreamland ticket ace broad daylight flair,
groundbreaking spurt fantastic, let us nourish
Dynamic itch to stray amid blind alley,
lurk within some parboiled notion latent,
steel clad zone that mosaic sculpted tally,
animated focus me the claimant
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